​May 31Going to work again-- I normally wouldn't today, but my boss's daughter is graduating from high school this morning. Breakfast: lemon water, black coffee, smoothie made from carrot juice, hemp protein powder, peanut butter, canned pumpkin (left over from kid's vegan cookie baking), strawberries and kale. The smoothie is delicious, but distinctly autumnal, between the carrot and pumpkin influences and the intensely-flavored kale. Just like the farm lettuce, the farmer's market kale has a lot more flavor than its supermarket counterparts, even the organic ones. Hopefully the same goes for its nutritional value.

This time I remember to dole out the chocolate tart to my coworkers. At work, I manage a cup of decaf with half and half, and also drink a juice that was made in error by a new employee: cucumber, celery, and apple. It tastes incredibly sweet.

At home again briefly in the afternoon about 2:45, I eat a reprise of my Saturday night diner dinner: big glob of tuna salad with cheese melted on top, some coleslaw, four big onion rings. Also drink a cup of coffee with half and half. Then I have to quickly rush over to the middle school with kid's cookies. I have agreed to meet kid in front of the school at 3:20 (they will get there via the high school school bus). At 3:16, kid texts me: Are you almost here? This happens almost every time kid arrives someplace before I do, even if I am not late. Do cell phones mean that kids cannot be patient for 4 minutes anymore? Do they imagine that their texts will cause our cars to go faster?

A few errands, home again to finish that cup of coffee I started, make another cup, decaf this time. Do some household bookkeeping. Back out to the store.

At 5:00-- or maybe closer to 5:30-- I start baking the "Birthday Cake" from Jennifer Reese's book. This did not go incredibly well. First of all, I forgot to put any salt in the cake. So, while it was OK otherwise (texture, etc.), there was a noticeable lack of flavor. Second, I don't get Reese's "White Mountain Frosting." Why would you make frosting with egg whites? And why didn't my frosting work? It was way too runny. Perhaps the problem comes with the instruction to "beat egg whites until foamy." I feel like I have misjudged "foamy" before. I know what "stiff" is, or "soft peaks," but in a literal sense egg whites become foamy almost immediately. So, I stop beating them, start beating in the sugar syrup. Maybe this is wrong. Anyway, you can see from the photo how I ended up simply pouring the frosting over the top of the cake. It never did do anything except become sticky, like a thin, slick layer of marshmallow fluff; certainly none of the crunchiness Reese mentioned ever came to pass. At least I remembered to put salt in it.

​While the cake sat there in its puddle of sticky white glory, we ate some dinner: open-face egg salad and tomato on whole wheat bakery toast, garnished with parsley; sauteed farmer's market kohlrabi and shiitake mushrooms; sliced Gold Rush apples, also from the market. Then I removed the cake from its puddle and onto a clean tray. It looked somewhat less ridiculous there.

A kohlrabi.

​For dessert, while watching a couple of old episodes of The Office, we ate slices of the cake with vanilla ice cream. It was okay. Not great. Because of the salt.June 1Going to waitress again! Third day in a row. Technically I am only supposed to be working 2 days/week, but I have been home from my trip 8 days and have worked 5 of them. Breakfast: lemon water, coffee with half and half, smoothie made from carrot juice, coconut milk from a carton, plain yogurt, canned pumpkin, hemp protein powder, avocado, strawberries, banana, and kale. I discover that too much canned pumpkin in a smoothie tastes kind of weird.

I bring half of the imperfect, unsalted, sticky cake to work with me on a tray. I don't actually witness anyone eating it, although some people claim that they did and it was good.

At work, I have decaf coffee with half and half, and about half a cup of regular at the end of the shift, while I am rolling silverware. I also buy a side order of bulgogi to take home and use in dinner tonight.

Lunch at home, about 2:45: another cup of coffee with half and half. The rest of the coleslaw (there was a lot of coleslaw!) from Saturday night. The rest of the asparagus pesto from Sunday night, with pickled shallots, eaten with Whole Foods tequila-lime tortilla chips. Small dish of the Japanese snack mix I bought at HMart a while back. After this I have, I think, another cup of decaf with half and half. But it is difficult to say. For some reason this afternoon is a blur.

At dinnertime, I try to create the omelet my husband has been craving: bulgogi and sweet potato. First I cut up the sweet potatoes and roast them at a low temperature (350) in the oven so that they are soft but not excessively caramelized. Then I make omelets with the sweet potatoes and the bulgogi I brought home from the restaurant. On the side we have roasted asparagus from our CSA box (this week's batch was lovely, with incredibly thin stalks), and fruit consisting of CSA strawberries (amazing flavor), cantaloupe, and kiwi. My husband is happy.

Strawberries are the prettiest.

​During our after-dinner walk, we discuss his arrival time home from work. This has a tendency to creep later and later. Originally we agreed that dinnertime was at 7:00. Over time, he began to arrive more like 7:15-7:30. I can live with that. However, lately the new normal has not been until 7:45-8:00. By the time we eat the dinner-- even if I have it ready to go immediately on the table-- wash the dishes, and take our after-dinner walk, it is 9:00, or even later. My kid goes to bed at 9:30 (they have to leave for the bus at 6:45 am), and I tend to go to sleep around 10-10:30. This does not leave much of an evening for family time. My husband agrees. He will try to get home earlier. On a positive note, no matter how late it is, we are committed-- without any need for discussion or negotiation-- to eating a family dinner together. Even my kid does not complain about this, though they sometimes spoil their appetite with snacking. So I should be grateful for a dinner tradition that remains strong.​At 9:15, after our walk, we all watch an episode of The Office together, and I eat my second allotted piece of low-sodium chocolate cake, giving bites to my loved ones on either side, who have already eaten theirs.

Whole Foods Nailed for Unsanitary Conditions in Food Prep PlantEarlier this spring, I tried to research the preparation locations and conditions of Whole Foods prepared foods. Apparently the information I got was wrong, because 1) indeed, there are regional plants that make ready-to-eat foods for multiple stores, and 2) conditions there are not entirely wholesome. Read for details of sanitation violations at their Massachusetts plant.

What 2000 Calories Looks Like​Back to restaurant portion sizes. The New York Times creates visuals for approximately 2000 calories worth of food (assumed to be one day's allotment) at a number of different restaurant chains, as well as at home. Take-home message: cook your own. ...Or (and I hate to even mention this), eat Subway.

The Precarious Reign of the Honeycrisp AppleStrangely, this article is a sponsored post by Chase Bank. I am not at all sure what their relationship might be to the topic, and it would interest me to understand it better. Regardless, this exploration of the past, present and future of the Honeycrisp apple is a fascinating look at how food trends influence agricultural production and retail sales, and can ultimately end up destroying the quality of the very product they aimed to celebrate.

​May 25Breakfast: coffee with half and half, smoothie made with prune juice, RiceDream horchata, hemp protein powder, avocado, perfectly ripe cantaloupe, a kiwi that I bought two weeks ago which never got ripe, and romaine lettuce. This is "back to normal?" But, yet, it feels good to be back here.

Lunch (after work, 2:45): Leftover chili, one fried egg.

Dinner (kinda late, prepared after I get home from yoga at 7:30): two pieces of Rudi's multigrain bread, with slices of swiss cheese melted on top. Sauteed sugar snap peas, sweet peppers, and (farm!) asparagus. Salad of romaine lettuce and grape tomatoes with balsamic vinaigrette. Even though I was hungry two hours later, it again feels good to get back to eating more vegetables and fewer cookies. The asparagus tasted extra-special; I don't think it was just our imagination. Kid agreed. It was a lot younger and fresher than what we tend to buy at the store.Snacks: 3 other cups of coffee, 2 decaf, 1 regular, with half and half. Two rice cakes when I had the munchies before bed.

May 26Breakfast: water with lemon juice in it, coffee with half and half, smoothie made from a little bit of RiceDream horchata, lemonade, hemp protein powder, avocado, cantaloupe, farm strawberries, and farm spinach. This was one of my favorite smoothies ever. The lemonade was an awesome base (although maybe I could achieve the same thing with less sugar by just adding some lemon juice??), the cantaloupe (as previously mentioned) was perfectly ripe, and the strawberries and spinach were super-fresh. The spinach, especially, seemed to create a brighter, greener smoothie than bagged spinach. Yum!

Lunch: An impromptu pasta dish made from a) some plain noodles my kid cooked while I was gone, which were now languishing in the back of the refrigerator, b) butter, c) sliced carrots, and d) a sprinkling of ancient feta cheese. Plain, but surprisingly delicious. Side of cantaloupe.

Dinner: I'm kind of full from all the sushi and injulmi (see snacks below), but eat one of what my husband and I tend to call "Indian burritos," which I'd asked him to put in the oven when he got home from work, 3 kim-bob, and 4 slices of orange. Then I am really full.

Snacks: 3 other cups coffee, 1 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. A couple of pieces of swiss cheese before morning yoga class (when I arrived back at work after my trip, a customer had left me a block of swiss cheese, reportedly brought back from a trip to the midwest. It had a post-it with my name on it, in his spidery old-man handwriting. Advantages of working at a neighborhood joint for a long time). At mall food court with kid, at 6 pm after grueling shopping trip: shared sushi combo, shared steamed dumplings. Mall food court sushi was not that bad. Approximately 7 pm, after stopping at HMart for groceries, while driving home: about half a dozen injulmi (kid ate the entire rest of the package, spoiling their dinner). Small glass of lemonade before bed, because it is hot in the house and I am incredibly thirsty.

May 27Breakfast: water with fresh lemon (how much better this is than bottled lemon, or lime, or plain water); coffee with half and half; smoothie made from lemonade, pomegranate juice, plain yogurt, hemp protein powder, peanut butter, cantaloupe, banana and spinach.

After breakfast and before yoga I make an extensive shopping list, consulting recipes and not just inventorying pantry basics. So excited to get cooking again! But worried that I have three different desserts in the works. I'll need to make a plan to get rid of the excess. (Seriously, a birthday cake? But then I'll be finished with Jennifer Reese's book and I can start something new! Maybe Indian curries. They are probably healthier, sorry Jen.)

Dinner: A couple of suggestions made by our CSA farmer regarding the use of this week's vegetables resulted in the following meal: ziti pasta, with bright green ziti-shaped chunks of fresh onion scape, plus a few shiitake mushrooms, and served with fresh oregano pesto (oregano, almonds, parmesan, olive oil, garlic). Side salad of farm lettuce with sweet peppers and balsamic vinaigrette. It would never have occurred to me to make oregano pesto-- don't I have to cook the leaves first, I thought, won't they be fuzzy?-- but it was absolutely fine. I only ate a small amount of pasta, then ate a little more before bed.

​Snacks: cup of peppermint tea, 2 cups of coffee (1 regular, 1 decaf) with half and half. A bunch of Whole Foods house-made tortilla chips and some guacamole, first while driving home in the car after shopping and then after unpacking the groceries. I like those chips a lot, but more to the point I was starving. However, it is so hot outside and in the house that my stomach starts cramping up and I don't feel like eating, anymore. 93 degrees. Small dish of additional pasta before bed, as previously mentioned-- I got hungrier once it started to cool off.

Dear reader, I have failed you. If there is any point at all to so navel-gazing a project, it is at least accuracy and thoroughness. And yet this is a post about the times in life when things fall apart for no good reason. Nobody died. I didn't lose my job or my relationship or my mind. And yet, for a solid 3 weeks (and I honestly thought it was more) I've been crawling along at the bare minimum of functionality, and the food diary, though not the first thing to go, ended up a casualty. It's not a matter of being behind in arranging my notes and adding photos. There are no notes, and (virtually) no photos. I just stopped.​What happened, more or less, was this:

I continued to be sick and we did not drive to Massachusetts on Tuesday Mar. 29 as I had hoped. The whole trip was canceled, a disappointment to everybody. It was, however, the correct decision. On Wednesday I went to the urgent care and was immediately diagnosed with strep throat. I believe it was overnight Wednesday that I was awakened by my kid at 2 am. They were freaking out. They had had a sudden vomiting episode in the bathroom, made a mess, attempted to clean it up and made things worse. And they were dizzy and half-asleep. I, too, was dizzy and half-asleep, but after a few moments was able to mostly clean up and then go sit with the kid. Thus began my dear kid's encounter with the same apparent stomach bug that my husband had had on Sunday.

It was strange: I had strep and they seemed to have some kind of GI thing, but none of us ended up catching what the others had. I never started vomiting (to my great surprise and delight) and nobody else had much of a sore throat. It didn't really make sense. Can strep cause only vomiting and fever, with no throat or respiratory symptoms to speak of? Internet research suggested this was unlikely, especially to occur in two people in a single household.

While we were home sick together all week long, my kid and I spent some quality time with each other. We played Magic. We watched TV. We hung out side by side with our separate electronic devices or books. When eventually my kid tired of spending all their time with Mom, and retired mostly to their room, I felt strangely bereft. First of all, I discovered I was still capable of becoming just as obsessed with Magic as I was when I played with my foster son a dozen years ago. Now kid didn't want to play anymore (and hasn't since)? What a dork I am. I am a 44-year-old mom. WTF.

Secondly, and more important: the awareness that there are only three more years before kid graduates from high school started hitting me hard. I enjoy my kid's company so much. I will miss them so, so much when they do not live with me anymore. Yes, I know we will continue to have a close relationship, and matter to one another, and so on and so forth. How often do I talk with my mother on the phone?-- somewhere between twice a week and once every three weeks, depending on circumstances. How often do I see her?-- probably two or three times a year, on average. There are little email exchanges, mostly prompted by her, to which I return replies remarkable mainly for their brevity. Can I really expect much different from my kid? That is not the same, at all, as living with someone and hanging out with them every day. So shut up, you empty nesters who've already processed all this and say it will be fine. It is not fine. I have no idea who I will be when the day comes that I am no longer A.'s mom first and foremost. That is painful and scary.

The abovementioned emotions are likely why the ensuing two weeks also went all to hell, at least initially. By April 6 or so, I was feeling pretty much completely recovered from my strep, but unable to shake the inertia and low energy state that had taken hold during a week of staying home and feeling sick and sad. I did the things I absolutely had to do: went to work my two days/week, made box lunches and family dinner, washed the dishes, purchased food when necessary, drove my kid around to appointments and rehearsals. My husband would probably point out that all this is not nothing. I suppose it isn't. But it felt like nothing. For instance, on April 3, I cooked a real dinner for my family for the first time in over a week, and wrote the following in the diary (the only entry in those three weeks, presented in its entirety):

4/3I'm finally back to doing my job. But then I'm immediately struck with doubt. Is it an important job? Does anybody actually give a fuck?​In all the long, in-between stretches when I was doing none of these required things, I was holed up in my bed, playing Civilization on the computer or reading J.K. Rowling's (oops, I mean Robert Galbraith's) "new" Cormoran Strike detective series. Well, they are new to me. I love them. Which should not be a surprise, since I love Rowling and I love mysteries, but it did come as a surprise. What a treat to read that she plans to keep writing them "indefinitely!"

Oh, the other thing that I did was get my husband and I set up to start our Clean Gut diet. We had to wait a week longer to get started than I had planned, because it seemed pointless to attempt gut biota repair while I was simultaneously taking antibiotics. I finished the antibiotics on the morning of April 9 (my dad's birthday, which I didn't get around to acknowledging, because of the inertia. If you knew my dad, and the fact that he almost always forgets my birthday, this would not seem as terrible as it sounds. But I still felt guilty about it). We started the intro diet on Sunday, April 10. Basically, the Clean Gut diet allows most meats (not processed stuff); eggs; all vegetables except really starchy things like potatoes; berries; nuts; lentils and peas; and quinoa. It does not allow: Sugar. All grains except quinoa (not even rice, dammit). All fruit except berries. Dairy. Soy and other beans. Bacon. :( Potatoes. Coffee. It's extremely low-carb and not easy.

So, for three days we simply followed the dietary guidelines, in order to get used to the new way of eating. It wasn't so bad. On the fourth day, April 13, we began the cleanse protocol, which involves a morning shake, a regular lunch adhering to the diet, and a big dinner salad. Also a bunch of supplements: B-complex vitamins, digestive enzymes, probiotics, antimicrobials (and, no, I don't really understand how those last two do not, to some extent, negate one another). By that evening, I began to feel queasy and headachy and sick. I did some research and decided we were taking too many of the B-vitamins, cut back. The next afternoon and evening, the 14th, I felt the same, only worse. Maybe even one B-vitamin was too much? Maybe it was the probiotics? I decided to cut out all the supplements (for myself; my husband was fine) and then reintroduce them one by one. On the 15th, taking nothing, I mostly felt better, but still developed a bad headache late in the evening. Made it through the 16th, despite a long day at work and grocery shopping in the early evening, without any particular suffering. Time to try the B-vitamin again. I took it on the 17th-- okay. Again on the 18th-- okay. On the 19th (yesterday, as of this writing), I added two doses of the mega-probiotic pill, my second suspected culprit for the nausea and headaches. So far, so good. We'll see what happens.

Clean Gut requires a fair amount of organization. First, when you are on an extremely restricted diet where many things are off-limits, you have to shop often and shop carefully, in order to ensure that your limited variety of staple foods are well-stocked at home. Then there is the prepping. My first-thing-in-the-morning routine, always somewhat elaborate, has now ballooned to 45 minutes or longer. 1) feed cat. 2) take my one prescription med. 3) see if there are any boiled eggs left in the refrigerator and, if not, boil a few. 4) pour tall glasses of water for my husband and I, and squeeze half a lemon into each (another detail of the Clean Gut protocol). 5) make a big pot of green tea. 6) Make box lunches for my husband and kid. Since they both have wildly different dietary requirements now (did I mention that kid has become a pescatarian?), this takes some concentration. 7) Make a double-batch of breakfast shake for my husband and I, generally consisting of some kind of liquid such as almond milk, a little bit of hemp protein powder, an added fat such as coconut, nut butter, or avocado, some berries, and a few handfuls of greens. 8) dispense supplements.

The dinner salad is labor-intensive too, given that one is not supposed to snack after dinner or overnight: the salad itself must be full of enough calories and protein to qualify as a hearty meal. A base of mixed salad greens/herbs and various raw vegetables can be supplemented with meats, nuts or seeds, boiled egg, avocado, and-- my favorite add-on lately-- roasted vegetables, which bring out the sweetness we desperately crave. So around 6:15 you can find me going into the kitchen and starting some broccoli or squash or brussels sprouts to roast in the oven, perhaps cooking some chicken or steak or (last night) lamb kofta, maybe boiling some frozen peas or artichoke hearts... and then assembling large salads out of this most-of-a-meal that I have already created. They are really very satisfying.

Oh, and my husband-- for whose sake I undertook this project in the first place-- is doing very well on the diet. He has not felt sick at all and has had remarkable self-discipline. On certain days he feels very hungry, and then I try to up the calories and protein that we're providing, and he'll go buy a little bag of nuts at the store. He's a big man and he needs to eat more than I do. But, overall, I am very pleased that this process seems to be working well for him. He even loves the morning shakes, after looking askance at the first one.

So, reader, I am finally ready to return to you, with improved health, recovering spirit, and clean gut. I hope that we can enjoy our time together and try new experiments. Here are the few photos I managed to take during my hibernation (probably also on April 3; note the extensive documentation regarding finishing up our boiled Easter eggs):

Mar 8Breakfast: leftover gnocchi with pesto, one hard-boiled egg, a few Seasnax sesame seaweed sticks. The latter are weird: very sweet. Seaweed does not need to be sweet. Will ask the kid what they think of it. (Update: Mikey likes it! You never know.)

I spent some time this afternoon trying to work out exactly what our gut repair diet/cleanse will consist of, and making a list of supplements I needed to buy. The list looked financially intimidating, at least at the kinds of prices I see at my local co-op, so I decided to look online for cheap natural-foods supplements. I decided on a site called Vitacost, and still managed to spend $167. That sounds like a ton, but for two people on a three-week cleanse it comes out to $28/person/week. Plus there will be some supplies left over. Why did I buy supplements for myself, when I don't really have any significant digestive problems? This is a good question. I could say "solidarity," but it would be more accurate to say, "wasn't really thinking." I'll probably go ahead and take them anyway, not so much in the spirit of solidarity as of science: then my husband and I can compare notes. Larger sample size.

Dinner: Kid was at their first-ever rock concert! (This guy.) So husband and I had chicken, braised with some scallions, sage, rosemary and thyme; white rice; and Madhur Jaffrey's Sri Lankan Greens, which I chose to make with mustard greens. I didn't have any curry leaves, nor time to go to an international grocery, so I left those out. The greens came out pretty spicy, so next time I would probably go with just one green chili pepper instead of two. (Since I've been keeping a big package of green serranos in my freezer, however-- there must have been about fifty of them, and I think I paid something like $1.47-- I have become generous with them.) However, between the mustard greens themselves, the spice of the chili peppers, and the unusual addition of dried coconut, this was a flavorful dish, and its pot liquor jazzed up the chicken and the rice as well.

For dessert, I bought some vanilla ice cream and made the homemade chocolate sauce from Jennifer Reese's Make the Bread, Buy the Butter. The chocolate sauce was fine, but the ice cream I bought -- a quart of Whole Foods organic vanilla-- did not do it justice. I should have just bought a pint of something excellent.

Other snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. Mar 9Breakfast (before work): Leftover greens, orange, piece of rosemary toast with butter? Not totally sure. To be honest, between Tuesday afternoon (the 8th) and Friday morning (the 11th) I did not record anything (you'll see why in a moment) and am working from memory. Definitely some vanilla ice cream with homemade chocolate sauce afterwards.

Lunch (after work, 2:30): I stop by Capital City Cheesecake again, because when I ate their lunch on Monday I scarfed it down so fast there was no time to truly enjoy it. So now I need to really sit down and savor my lunch from there, along with the accompanying relaxation that comes from hanging out on my computer and knowing I don't need to be anywhere else soon. At least, that is how the rationalization goes. I order an everything bagel with their homemade veggie cream cheese (it is really good), and tomato and onion-- and a little bag of chips, because I have a chip problem. One of my coworkers from the restaurant is also there (oh, the disloyalty!) and we chat while I wait for my sandwich to be ready. He is reading Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. Then I go home and eat my sandwich and play Civilization.

My kid has a school event this evening that is supposed to be over at 8:00, so I ask my husband to pick up some Subway for himself, as well as sandwiches for me and kid to eat when we get home. I arrive at the school about 7:00 in order to see a short performance by my kid, but cannot find them right away. I stand around looking at a photography exhibit. Eventually my phone rings. The kid's voice sounds funny. They are outside crying, surrounded by friends and a couple of teachers. It turns out that one of the science projects on display involved cars running back and forth on invisible wires near the floor. The kid saw an adult they knew across the room, started jogging over to say hi, and tripped over one of these invisible tripwires, landing squarely on their elbow. The assistant principal, who is one of the supporters gathered round, recommends we "get her seen." So it's off to the urgent care, where it takes almost 3 hours to get inconclusive X-rays, three ibuprofen, and a sling. And, may I just mention, we are fucking starving. And exhausted (rock concert last night, broken bone tonight). And kid, of course, is in a lot of pain.​Dinner (11:15 pm): Subway sandwiches eaten in misery. Mine is a 6-inch "steak" sub ("What is this meat?" I ask my husband, who bought it. "It looks like... Steak-ums?"), with a bunch of unusual things on it, like jalapenos and some kind of spicy relish. However, since I refused to give my husband any guidance about what to order, I have relinquished any right to complain. A little bag of Cool Ranch Doritos, which I did request. Kid is jealous of my Doritos, so I give them three. After dinner, we go straight to bed.

Snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 3 regular, 1 decaf, with half and half. The other waitress dropped a bottle of wine on top of my second cup of regular, which-- amazingly-- resulted only in some slight spillage of the coffee. The bottle of wine, and the coffee mug, remained intact. It could have been so much worse. One cup of Pero with half and half and honey.

Lunch: just as I was preparing for a lunch break at home, the phone rang and my boss asked me to come in to work and cover for a coworker for a couple of hours. As far as lunch goes, this was lucky, because I had very little food at home and brought something home from the restaurant. (At 2:15): cheeseburger (with American cheese!), fries, little coleslaw.

Dinner: picked up takeout from our local Thai restaurant on my way home from yoga class. My meal: yellowtail and scallion sushi roll, green curry with beef and white rice.

Dessert: we finally had the grapefruit sorbet I made yesterday. Its texture was not perfect (probably I should have let my stupid ice cream machine keep on stirring longer than the suggested 40 minutes), and it was a little more sugary than I think it needed to be. But the fresh grapefruit flavor was definitely appealing. Even my husband said he liked it, and he always says he hates grapefruit. Of course, sometimes it seems like he harbors food prejudices that he can often get over just by tasting something. Exceptions: seafood (I witnessed him tasting it once, and he nearly threw up), cucumbers. And eggplant, which he ate over and over until finally admitting a distaste for it.

Snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. I poured the last half-glass of sherry in the evening, but it was sludgy and full of sediment: is this normal? It didn't seem so to me, or at least not appetizing. So I threw it out.

Dinner: I made some white rice with slivered almonds and minced apricots and dates mixed in, with an Arabian spice blend called kabsa (at least I think that is what I used!). Also roasted some broccoli and served the rice with fried eggs on top. I liked the rice, but not with eggs. It would have gone better with chicken or lamb, but my daughter is a vegetarian for Lent. It also does have some protein from the almonds, so is fairly nutritious all by itself.

Frying the fruits and nuts for the rice.

Snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. A substantial slice of birthday cake-- a sort of maraschino-cherries-and-cream affair-- given to me by a family of customers who come to eat every Wednesday at lunchtime. Today it was Bob's birthday and they brought their own cake, which they shared with the staff because they are the sweetest people. The matriarch, who specializes in holiday accessorizing, was already decked out for St. Patrick's Day, all in green and shiny shamrocks more than two weeks ahead of time. ...Most of a bottle of Two-Hearted Ale (I have trouble finishing a whole beer) in the evening. Two squares of Godiva dark chocolate bar, plus half a square of milk chocolate with caramel, as dessert while watching TV with family in the evening.

Breakfast: leftover collards, leftover biscuit with butter, tiny leftover smidge of white bean soup. With some salt added, it actually turns out to be better than the minestrone.

​Lunch: 1 avocado, 1 cara-cara orange (delicious), 1 banana, 1 "hard-boiled" egg that turned out to be slightly soft-boiled. Surprising how sustaining this meal was as compared to all the meals of toast 'n'stuff I've been having lately.

In the afternoon, I made the grapefruit sorbet from Jennifer Reese's book, which is basically a solution of fresh-squeezed grapefruit juice (with a little zest) and sugar, processed in a home ice cream maker. I had forgotten about the incredibly annoying sound the ice cream maker makes if you use the motor instead of the hand crank. For, according to the instructions, approximately 40 minutes. The exact pitch of the annoying noise does change from time to time. However, I am not into hand-cranking it today, either. Seriously, there is a reason why we never use this ice cream maker that I bought my daughter for her 8th birthday. After 40 minutes, the sorbet was a barely-frozen slush, but I took it out anyway and put it in the freezer.

Dusty old thing.

Fortunately, you can't hear the horrible noise it is making right now.

Also in the afternoon, I baked my husband's "pie-of-the-month": cherry this time, with cherry pie filling from a jar. This is actually what was specifically requested. So, my basic boring pie crust, dump in filling, bake. It still looked nice and wholesome, especially as I used a fancy pie filling I bought at Whole Foods instead of a can of cheap cherry cornstarch glop.

Dinner: sandwiches of curried chickpea spread, avocado, and fried egg, served on whole wheat sourdough bread that had been toasted and buttered. Little salad of iceberg lettuce and parsley, with honey mustard dressing. Cara-cara orange. The bread, which I bought at Whole Foods (and only a couple of days ago), was so dense and tough that it was difficult to eat in sandwich form. I also had a significant stomachache after dinner. Usually their bread is good, but this kind definitely needs work.

Dessert: cherry pie with vanilla Coconut Bliss ice cream, while watching John Oliver. My daughter did not have any pie, because she went to bed early with a migraine, poor thing. (She took some in her lunchbox the next morning, though.)​Snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf-- 2 with half and half, and 2 with whole milk (because I ran out of half and half). Sherry in the evening. A few tastes of the sorbet to see whether it was totally frozen yet (it wasn't).

Morning snack: half a medium-sized bag of potato chips fried in avocado oil, because I bought them at the store, intending to serve them at dinner, and I have a potato chip problem. I couldn't resist. It was hard to eat just half, and I came very close to caving in and eating the whole thing.

Lunch: 1 hard-boiled egg, slice of toasted challah with mascarpone cheese spread on it, 2 small slices toasted baguette with butter, 2 strawberries dipped in mascarpone. There isn't much food in the house.

Dinner (eaten early for us, at 6 pm, because afterwards daughter and I are going to see Montgomery College's performance of In the Heights!! Very exciting!!): california crunch sushi roll, some more potato chips, a single large strawberry (I had two, but I gave one to my husband because he liked them so much and I love him).

Other snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. Cup of Pero with sugar and half and half. A toasted hamburger bun with butter and honey, eaten at 11 pm after returning home hungry from In the Heights. Fell into bed right afterwards.

Lunch (takeout from the restaurant, after work at 2:45): Bulgogi BLT on wheat bread, side of mung bean pancakes. The mung bean pancakes were perfectly fresh-- the cooks were just making them as I was wrapping up my shift-- and so were delicious. When they've been made a day or two in advance, and just reheated on the grill, they are a lot less good.

Dinner: I made the Collard Greens with Browned Onions from Madhur Jaffrey's World Vegetarian, and served them American-style with braised pork and two biscuits. I liked this meal, and when I woke up the following morning couldn't wait to have it again for breakfast. Regarding the collard greens: I always expect greens to cook down to practically nothing, and am perpetually surprised that this is not true in the case of collards. I started with two big bunches of collard greens, so much I could not fit them all in my wok without waiting for some to wilt down first, and ended up with enough collard greens to give substantial portions to about 8 people. Not complaining. My husband and I had plenty of collard greens, I gave a bowlful to my vegetarian ex-husband who happened to stop by as we were having dinner (yes, okay, we have a perfectly friendly relationship), I had some for breakfast, and there are still plenty left. As for the recipe itself, it was fine, nothing to write home about. Lots of onion, some garlic and ginger and tomato... but basically they just tasted like collards.

Collard production was somewhat arduous.

The pork was just okay, but that was because I was cooking the leftover "stew pork" I had in my freezer. I knew it wasn't going to be tender and delicious, but I hoped to render this approximately $2.50-worth of meat into something edible. So I cut it into kind-of-medallions and braised it more or less the way I do chicken, browning it first, then adding butter, a vegetable bouillon cube, and fresh herbs (this time: parsley, thyme, rosemary, sage, and scallion), and some water and sherry, and allowing it to simmer covered for a long time while the collards cooked and I baked the biscuits. It still was not terribly tender, but had a good flavor and was not overly tough either, so I considered this successful enough. I'm not sure why I decided to slice it first, and I think next time I would not do that.​Now to the biscuits. They were, in a word, amazing. Pillowy and warm and perfect. Some of the best biscuits I have ever had, and certainly the best I've ever baked. Which is weird, because I baked them before: they are the biscuits from Jennifer Reese's Make the Bread, Buy the Butter. (I don't think I wrote about them here on the blog, but made them sometime earlier in 2015). I marked in the book that they were "good biscuits," but I don't remember them being this good. Which goes to show you how many factors go into the results of your labors, besides the written recipe. Was it different flour, or different buttermilk? Was my ratio of dry to wet ingredients just a little bit more perfect this time? Did the fact that I changed up certain salt-related details (I didn't have any unsalted butter, so I used salted butter to brush on the biscuits at the end; also my buttermilk is very salty, so I halved the amount of added kosher salt) actually result in a better recipe? Was my baking time and temperature better? (Reese's recipe calls for baking at 450 degrees, which I know in my oven will burn the bottom of my biscuits, so I am constantly adjusting the temperature and extending the time until the biscuits just "look right.") Anyway, enough about biscuits. Suffice it to say, I recommend these biscuits highly.

Snacks: 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. 1 cup of Pero with half and half and sugar. Glass of sherry in the evening.

[A note on photography.] You guys. It turns out I am a moron about photography, and it took me several months to realize something obvious. I thought I was just a bad photographer, or maybe had a bad camera. But, the following: at night, when I typically cook, it is dark. When I take photos of what I am cooking, there are two choices: the automatic flash, which looks horrible and creates unpleasant glare, and flash-turned-off (which is what I generally do), which results in dull colors and, most frustratingly, blurriness. I do not have a steady hand when it comes to photo-taking, and a long exposure is almost always blurred. Answer (and you all know the answer)? Other people do their food photography in the daytime! Using natural light! On the rarer occasions that I have taken photos then, they are quite nice. So, enjoy this picture of biscuits that I took the next day. ​

Breakfast: My husband and I go down the street to the bakery for pastries and coffee. I have a mushroom-and-cheese turnover (so good, lots of mushroom and little cheese), and a slice of multigrain toast with butter.

Tea preparation: I had such a fun time preparing all the little dainties! While I have made the Indianers before, I was afraid they were not going to work out this time, because my egg whites just would not whip to stiff peaks. Eventually I gave up and finished the batter with very, very soft egg whites, expecting that the cakes would fail to rise and the whole Indianer plan would soon be finished (fortunately I had other sweets ready to go too). But they rose perfectly, and seemed exactly the same as when I'd baked them before. They take a while to make, because there are a lot of steps that involve chilling, but really are not difficult, and apparently are forgiving too. Recommended!

Pan all prepped for Indianers.

Cooling under the lamp. Because that's the only place I could find to put them.

Various types of chocolate waiting to be melted.

Dripping beautiful chocolate. They'll firm up after being chilled.

The brownie recipe was new to me, but I trust Deb Perelman, particularly on a basic baked good like brownies. They were extremely easy, and fine, though I'm not sure I found them anything special. One thing I questioned in the recipe was that she instructed to bake until a toothpick came out batter-free-- I had to bake the brownies fifteen minutes longer in order to even get close to that goal. Then I felt that, once cooled, the brownies seemed overbaked. Don't worry about the toothpick, I think.

Why do I think empty pans are beautiful?

And big bowls with a utensil in them?

Big bowl, utensil.

Bread pudding. More beautiful than it looks here.

I was afraid the bread pudding had not worked out properly-- I was not really conscientious last night about weighting down the bread to make sure it got thoroughly soaked in egg, and after baking the suggested amount of time, the top looked somewhat dry and crusty, while there was clearly still some loose egg floating around inside. I smashed things down some and baked it ten minutes longer and then it was, to my surprise, absolutely perfect. Another forgiving recipe.

Last were the little tea sandwiches, which were 1/4-size on Whole Foods white bakery bread. The bread was protected from getting soggy with a leaf or two of herb salad mix on each side between bread and chicken or egg salad. I did end up feeling as though these were a bit bland, and I wished I had seasoned the salads a little more aggressively. But, they were good enough.

Egg salad.

Chicken salad!

Tea! with friends!: 2 chicken salad finger sandwiches and 1 egg salad finger sandwich. Mixed berries (provided by friends). One slice of bread pudding with mascarpone cheese, one brownie with mascarpone, one Indianer. 2 little cups of coffee with half and half, one little cup of tea with milk and sugar.

Snacks: Besides what was mentioned above, another 1 1/2 cups of regular coffee and one of decaf, both with half and half. Some whipped cream and batter tasting. Extended eating of tea after everyone went home in the evening: 2 more finger sandwiches, another brownie, another Indianer. A leftover fry or two from Saturday night.

Dinner: I cooked cheeseburgers as described in the October issue of Bon Appetit, in the "editor's letter," no less: the low-class/super-hipster way, with American cheese, crappy buns, iceberg lettuce, greasy meat. You know what? They were delicious. Like fast-food burgers, but fresh! Oven-fried french fries on the side. Everything with ketchup, plus I also had mayonnaise and pickles on my burger, as recommended. Also. It has been a long time since I have made a burger without mixing various additions into the meat, forming patties, etc. etc. These instructions told you to basically grab a handful of meat, smash it onto the pan, and then salt it right in the pan. Do not disturb. Flip. Salt other side. They were good this way. I kept thinking of the scene in Parks and Recreation where Ron Swanson and Chris Traeger taste-test Ron's "Meat. On a bun." burger against Chris's gourmet turkey burger. Ron's wins, hands down.

Before and during cooking dinner, I was also starting some prep for having guests tomorrow. I invited them for "tea," with the caveat that there would basically be enough food to count as an early supper. Menu: chicken salad and egg salad finger sandwiches. Deb Perelman's morning bread pudding. Deb Perelman's brownies. Tipsy Baker's Indianers (which I think of as "cream puffs"). Fruit brought by guests. Coffee, tea, milk. So, this evening beforehand, I made the chicken salad (chopped Whole Foods cooked chicken breasts, dried cherries, sliced almonds, minced scallions, mayo, salt & pepper) and the egg salad (boiled egg, chopped celery, whole-grain mustard, mayo, salt & pepper). I also assembled the bread pudding, which needs to soak overnight and get all eggy before being baked at the last minute.

Snacks: A number of spoonfuls of different milkshake flavors at work. Started drinking a mini-cup of ginger chai at work, but then thought better of it (too much milk gives me a stomachache, also: random calories). 4 cups of coffee, 2 regular, 2 decaf, with half and half. A certain amount of necessary tasting of the chicken and egg salads. Sherry after dinner.